Page 86 of Forgive You

He hums.

“Who?”

“You’ll see.” He shoots me another wink, this one putting my heart in fifth gear before he holds the keycard against the door.

When we walk through the room, my heart falls through the floor.

I’m fucked.

Big glass doors are completely slid open, leading to the wide terrace, a small breeze running through the entire room. Pink flowers separate us from the ocean. A California King bed sits to the left wall of the spacious room, though it still feels too small when I look at the man in front of me.

Mutt jumps on the pink velvety couch, which is fucking gorgeous, of the sitting area across the bed, resting his head on the pillows with a big yawn.

The room has the exact romantic feel that’s gonna bring this tension to an explosion I’m not ready for.

“There has to be another option,” I whine.

The bags are dropped with a loud thud, and before I can react, Jason is in my space.

“Why? Are you scared of what you’ll do when I get you alone?”

My heart slams against my ribcage, the vibration of the movement creating a throbbing sensation between my legs. Hislips are parted, and unwillingly so do mine, desperate to feel his heat searing through them.

“No.”I’m terrified.

“You should be,” he threatens, then slides his palm to the small of my back and tugs me deeper against his body.

His hard shaft is eagerly pushing through the soft fabric of his choice, leaving no room for doubt about all the things he wants to do to me.

“Because I’m not holding back tonight, baby.”

There’s so much promise in each word. My nipples turn into stones, heat spreading along each inch of my body.I want him.

Fuck, I want him so goddamn bad. But if I cross that line, there’s no more protecting my heart. I’m all in, just like I was last time, and I’m scared as hell to lose him.

“Jason,” I whisper against his lips, and he brushes them against mine in reply. “I don’t wanna fuck this up again.”

His free hand digs into my hair, and I expect him to crash his mouth against mine, but instead he grazes my lips.

The heat feverish, his touch tender and filled with patience, even though the bulge pushing against my core contradicts it in every way. I settle into him, my muscles relaxing.

“Then let's make sure we won’t.” He searches my eyes, his mouth so close to mine distracting as fuck before I nod.

“We need to get ready,” I say, reminding him of the NVS cocktail party we’re acquired to attend.

“I don’t want to.”

“It’s my job.” My body is acting like a magnet, ready to slam against his.

“Quit your job.”

I playfully shove him back, needing the space. “No.”

His eyes narrow, and my heart throbs up to my throat, thinking he’s gonna leap for me any second now. I can’t handle this.

I know this bomb waiting to explode is inevitable. I long for it as much as I fear it. But when it does, I want to relish it. I want to have nowhere to go. Nowhere but in his arms for hours.

I quickly step beside him, and a groan escapes his lips when I put at least three yards between us. “Do me a favor?”

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